Ayy, y'all heard about the good news? Wake up, nigga, wake up I've been outta my mind a long time Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze? Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us We bout to get this paper I'm a Chicago south sider Money

You know what? I heard this shit before You told me you'd never let me go I tried some things that make you want to stay In that penthouse, all we did was fight and fuck I taught you some things you've never seen before We did some things that your mama

Heard she can do some tricks with her mouth nigga Heard she be lyin' on them boys that floss nigga I heard she can do some tricks with her mouth nigga I heard (ugh) I heard (what) I heard (what) I heard (Rich Homie) I heard (Gucci) I heard (what you

She said, "I heard you got a main chick, a mistress and some hoes You be up to no good and everybody knows My home girls tried to warn me, they tried to let me know But what you got, I need a lot so I can't let you go" She said, "I, can't get enough,

And that don't sound like you Truck tires on a gravel road Laughing at the world, blasting my radio Cannonballs splashing in the water Doing whatever whenever you wanted What did he do? Girl, I'm glad you called, first heard you talk Took me a second

Maybe I ain't working enough So why you wanna love me so bad Why you wanna love me so bad Haven’t you heard about my miserable past Critical past Pitiful past I swear no matter what I touch it breaks So I no longer wanna see your face I got the worst

What will become of me? I need you like I need satisfaction I heard through the grape vine that great love, it takes time Sex shapes the body, truth shapes the mind With a glass of cold stout or wine or something similar Salam in this, channeled through

How could you put us through it? How could you take his life away? (What made you think you had the right?) How could you be so full of hate? (To take away somebody's life) And when I heard you let him die Uncle Sam taught him to shoot Maybe a little too

What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came you should of slid to my crib Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you? Told

We have all heard what we wanted to hear Truth that sounds right to our ears But what wisdom is there within us To live based on the feeling of our hearts How many times has instinct let us down Never to be thought through, never to be questioned Say